The cinnabar mole that became a god after escaping from death

The mountains are high and the forests are deep, and Yibai Temple is shrouded in light mist all year round.

Despite the passage of hundreds of years, the dilapidated fence and wooden gates remain unchanged.

Someone came to visit today, and the old Taoist made special tea for him.

Lance has also aged a lot, his beard is all white, and his face is rough.

He had already changed out of his dark black bishop's robes, put on a gray-blue ragged hat, a scuffed shirt, and dirty black motor oil on his trouser legs.

The old Taoist poured him a cup of tea and asked in a low voice, "You have been working as a repairman for decades, why don't you change it?"

Lance laughed and reached out to pick up the teacup. His finger bones were worn and rough, and he said slowly: "It's time to change it. If I don't change it, people will say I'm old again."

The longevity of the spirit body, especially the human spirit with such profound spiritual power, it is very easy to live for two to three thousand years.

So much so that an octogenarian like Lance can even watch an ordinary human child grow up to die with his own eyes, and his appearance remains unchanged.

Therefore, in order to avoid the suspicion of the surrounding humans, many human spirits or demon spirits will choose to live in a certain place for a period of time, choose the right time to "die", and change their identities to live again.

The old Taoist shook his head with a smile, took a sip of tea, and asked, "Do you know what happened in the Holy Court before?"

Lance hummed and put down his glass: "Before the Battle of the Gods, Bishop William had been raising evil monsters, and it was only now that they were exposed. It's really not easy for Master Kolando."

There was subtle sarcasm in his tone, the old Taoist heard it, and raised his eyes: "You also think there is something wrong with him?"

Lance was silent for a while, then shook his head: "It's just a feeling. The archbishop in red has supervised all beings for more than ten thousand years, longer than all of us combined. No one knows what he thinks."

As he spoke, he paused, and looked over, his eyes were deep and deep, and his voice was only breathless: "...Moreover, who dares to say that the gods were first polluted tens of thousands of years ago had nothing to do with him ?”

Hearing this, the old Taoist was shocked all over, and looked up and stared at him: "You mean, the tree of life was polluted by karma back then, but it wasn't necessarily the cause of me?!"

As he said this, a sharp buzzing sounded in his ears.

Lance was not going to say any more, lowered his eyes, and waved to him, signaling not to ask any more questions.

The old Taoist seemed to have glimpsed an unbelievable secret, and was terrified. He looked away, and the veins in the hand holding the cup bulged.

"...I went to the forbidden deep forest of Lying Demon Academy some time ago," Lance also changed the topic appropriately, "The two plates of sacrifices on display were sent by you, right?"

The old Taoist was silent for a long time before slowly recovering, let go of the teacup, and sighed: "Except us, who else will remember him more."

Lance looked over: "That's not necessarily true."

Facing the questioning eyes of the old Taoist priest, he raised his hand and pointed to the green sky above his head.

The old Taoist was taken aback, and suddenly remembered the cold figure that appeared at the foot of the mountain that day, his face was a little ugly, and he frowned: "...I did see him."

"See... Qing Xing?" Rainsford reacted quickly and frowned, "He is still alive."

He was seriously injured by the Fallen God during the battle of killing the gods. Lance had to recuperate for a long time before waking up, and his spiritual power also needed careful maintenance.

But he didn't feel so angry and angry. Instead, he saw through many things behind him and calmly accepted the status quo.

The old Taoist frowned and said, "William's matter should be related to him—"

Before he could finish his words, the mountain forest suddenly screamed sharply, and the branches, leaves and trunks were forced to fall head-on from the inexplicable pressure, setting off a raging hurricane.

In the next moment, a deep and cold aura was already pressing in front of him, and the cold clamor spread out layer by layer.

The old Taoist couldn't dodge in time, and was forced into a corner by his collar, he raised his head in shock, frowned and glared: "It's you?!"

Qingxing's face was expressionless, the redness in his eyes was ferocious, but his tone was light: "...where is he?"

Hearing this sentence, Lance's figure anxiously preparing to save someone suddenly paused, and stood by the table with astonishment and shock in his eyes, and he didn't go forward again.

The old Taoist also understood his meaning in an instant, and immediately scolded: "You still have the face to ask?! I told you long ago that he is dead, and you can't save him at all..."

The next second he blurted out, something flashed in his mind like lightning, he paused suddenly, and suddenly raised his eyes.

The old Taoist stared at the violent expression of the man opposite, and suddenly understood everything, suddenly raised his head and laughed: "You have tried it a long time ago! You have tried it a long time ago!"

There was a lot of anger in his tone: "How is it, is it a particularly thorough death? Can't capture half of the soul at all?"

Qing Xing didn't say a word, the blood in his eyes was so red that it could almost flow down, he silently and fiercely clenched the neck of the person in front of him.

The old Taoist blushed, but he was too lazy to struggle.

He was panting/breathing hard, but his tone was full of anger: "In the finals, you were the one who refused to save... Seeing him blasting the limit and exhausting his spiritual power... Later, in the battle of killing gods, you were the one who forced him to be hated by the world , causing him to violate divinity..."

Every word he said pierced Qing Xing's heart, bloody and bloody.

"Now...do you have the face to ask me for someone?"

The space for breathing was getting smaller and smaller, the old Taoist stared at him with blue and white spots on his face, but the sarcasm in his eyes did not flinch.

Qingxing stared at him for a long time, his eyes darkened, and asked repeatedly: "Where is the man?"

The old Taoist laughed ho ho: "It's in the cemetery, go dig it."

In an instant, anger burned in Qing Xing's eyes, and he said grimly: "...Don't think that I really dare not kill you."

The old Taoist didn't care, sneered and closed his eyes meaninglessly.

"If you dare to kill him, you will never see Pei Chu." Lance behind him suddenly said.

Hearing those two words, Qingxing's whole body trembled, and his fingers loosened subconsciously.

The cold and humid air suddenly rushed into his nostrils, and the old Taoist coughed violently from the choking, his face flushed.

Only then did Lance come forward in a hurry, looked at his old friend on the ground in embarrassment, sighed, and told what Pei Chu had promised with Lin Qishan before his death, "May the world be restored to its original state".

After a pause, he added: "The holy book records that for those who are destined, the nine-tailed cat will work hard to fulfill the wish."

Qing Xing stared at him firmly: "...What if there is no one?"

Lance looked at him, the familiar "colonel" aura had completely disappeared from him, and standing in front of him was only a cold and heartless Fallen Angel.

He was silent for a while, but still shook his head: "To be honest, we are just waiting."

The old Taoist collapsed by the wall and said bitterly: "What's the use of telling him this!"

Lance ignored him, just took a deep breath, and looked at Qingxing: "If you really kill Elder Lin, Pei Chu will never forgive you after his resurrection."

Qing Xing stared at him for a moment, then lingered on the dying old Taoist for a moment, then looked away, and said coldly, "Where is Pei Chu's room?"

Lance was taken aback, not knowing what he wanted to do, and pointed to the southwest corner.

Turning his gaze, Qing Xing did not move, his always resolute back showed a rare hesitation, after a long time, he finally lifted his foot and walked in.

After the figure of the person disappeared, Lance slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to pull the old friend up.

The old Taoist did not accept his affection, his neck was bruised and glaring, and he frowned: "Lance, what about your dignity as a bishop?! Could it be that you really surrendered to the fallen angel because you were afraid of death?"

Lance sighed, dragged him to the chair and sat down: "Okay, he wouldn't have killed you."

"...God is ruthless, but how do you know that He is not really tempted?" he said.

The old Taoist was startled suddenly, and frowned, looking towards the small courtyard in the southwest.

The trees are lush and lush, showing mottled light shadows in front of the window coffin.

The old Taoist should clean up frequently, and the bamboo bed, tables and chairs in the room are still clean.

Beside the pillow, the flipped picture book still stays on that page, only the particularly yellowed paper reveals a hint of time passing.

Qing Xing could almost imagine Pei Chu lying lazily on the bed, swinging with his legs crossed, and reading a comic book with his face propped up.

There should be sunlight in that scene, it is peaceful in the afternoon, and the light spots pass through the window, reflecting softly and cleanly on the boy's side face.

With a slight movement of his gaze, Qingxing suddenly noticed a pen left in the crack in the corner of the bamboo bed.

He stared at the pen, as if he suddenly remembered something, his eyes froze slightly, and he bent down to pick it up after a while.

The barrel of the pen is pure black, but because it has been forgotten for too long, it has been damaged and rusted. On the buckle of the golden pen cap, two words, "Qingxing" are engraved coldly.

As if being burned, Qingxing clenched the pen holder in panic, with painful emotions rolling in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered a long time ago, when he disguised his identity and sneaked into the holy court to find out the whereabouts of the tree of life, he had the identity that could stand in the sun.

And when we first met, the kitten's clear and round eyes were extremely pure, with ignorant love in the eyes, and he raised his head and called to himself: "Colonel~"

There was shyness in his tone: "I like you so much, do you like me?"

……

The wind blew, and the shaded green leaves rustled softly.

Qingxing held the pen, his expression pale and empty.

How could it be lost?he thinks.

Qing Xing didn't stay long, and left soon, taking the pen with him.

When he turned around and walked out of the dilapidated wooden door of the Taoist temple in a daze, his eyes were silent and his back was in a daze. For a moment, he looked like an ordinary human spirit.

Lance could guess something, shook his head slowly, and sighed.

The old Taoist snorted coldly and looked away.

So what about the gods, they still can't escape the inability to love, the eagerness to hate, and the fruitless pursuit.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist suddenly became much happier, and raised his head to drain the whole pot of water.

On a rainy night in late autumn, inside the Demon Academy.

"Help... help!!"

"It's the Fallen Angel... The Fallen Angel has returned! The Fallen Angel has returned! Notify the Holy Court for rescue!!"

In the deep forest, the demon spirits fled in panic, flying and running, screaming and making noise, all quickly.

Under the moonlight, the young man was slender and cold, but he seemed to ignore the commotion around him, and walked straight towards the secretary department of the Academic Affairs Building.

Wherever the feet pass, the black mist is thick and thin.

The chief secretary of the Demon Academy is a fish demon. While receiving the urgent call from the academy, he hid in his desk tremblingly waiting for the gods to come.

The corridor outside the room was quiet. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps finally came from outside the door and stopped again.

The secretary-general swallowed, nervously held the kettle and took a few sips of water.

"squeak--"

When the door was pushed open, he immediately raised his head and met a pair of eyebrows that were too dark.

The secretary-general recognized it almost instantly. This was the highest-ranked deity worshiped and believed in since the opening of the Demon Academy, the source of all souls, and the tree of life.

He swallowed his saliva, bowed his waist, and said dryly: "...My lord."

Qing Xing raised his eyes, those eyes were covered with cold mist from mountains and rivers, almost suffocating.

The big secretary was so cold that he was about to cry.

He shook his two legs, which were not very good at walking, and asked in a trembling voice according to the dean's instructions: "Does your lord want to read the forbidden book? I will open it for you right away?"

As he said that, he pulled out the key nervously, stiffly and dog-leggedly, pulled out a thick book with a gilt cover from the air, and handed it over quickly.

The god didn't seem to intend to embarrass him, his eyes were raised slightly on the book for a moment, and then he lowered his eyes.

He was high above the ground, and his voice was like broken ice: "This seat is here, I want to ask you something."

"Say it!" The secretary-general immediately closed the book and raised his eyes excitedly.

The god's long eyelashes are thick, covering up the darkness: "...More than 900 years ago, did Pei Chu come to look for you?"

Hearing this name, the face of the chief secretary suddenly changed.

The ridiculous flattery on his face disappeared, he frowned, and a trace of pity appeared in his eyes: "Yes...he came to ask me how to get to the Eternal God Realm, and I told him that besides the nine-tailed cat who already had nine tails, Only the method of burning the soul may be able to see through the ages."

As he was talking, the secretary-general thought of the ending of Pei Chu disappearing into thin air, and suddenly began to sigh: "This method is actually unreliable, and I have explained the consequences to him, but he still insists on trying it, and he would not have told me if he had known... ..."

He regretted and complained, but suddenly paused, and remembered that Pei Chu was willing to burn his soul for the sake of purifying the world, and his face slowly turned pale.

As a member of all sentient beings, the secretary-general couldn't refute Pei Chu's words of "seeking his own death", feeling ashamed and guilty for stealing his own life in a trance.

"Burning the soul... What are the consequences?"

The secretary-general took a deep breath, slowly clenched the water bottle tightly, and sighed: "It's a dead end, there is no possibility of resurrection."

The moment he finished speaking, he saw layers of hatred suddenly rolling in the eyes of the god in front of him, and he was so shocked that he shut up and didn't dare to say any more.

Qing Xing silently clenched the penholder in his hand, his pupils were dark and cold, full of hatred and anger.

... Sure enough, in order to escape from itself, it actually chose to die by itself.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-2923:25:45~2021-05-3123:05:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Wen Yuye;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 17 bottles of yttfiction; 3 bottles of Seth;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!